Mysterious Catastrophe

Because once the reputation goes bankrupt and a large number of creditors come to run, it is often not far from real bankruptcy.

If the reputation is still there, you owe a lot of debts, and others owe you a lot of debts, then you can often get by after a bit of maneuvering.

Mrs. Benjamin looked like a walking dead, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and whispered: "The money is in the desk drawer, and the key is in my pocket."

"Thank you!"

Aaron saluted politely, untied Mrs. Benjamin, took the key from her hand, opened the drawer, and found a stack of rolled up banknotes and scattered shilling and pence coins inside, the total amounted to about a hundred pounds .

"Damn it, there's not much money, and there's not much to gain from Extraordinary items..."

He complained, and went back to look for the clothes on Benjamin's body.

"Mr. Robber, are you looking for Jack's things?"

Mrs. Benjamin moved her hands and feet, looked at Jack's body on the ground, and almost wanted to vomit.

"Jack, do you know him?"

Aaron asked curiously.

"He... he used to be Huck's personal servant, but he was fired because of corruption, unclean hands and feet..."

Mrs. Benjamin answered in a low voice.

"No wonder he was able to pretend so successfully."

Aaron nodded clearly: "I'm looking for some occult things in him, madam, have you seen it?"

"I once saw him hiding something in the bedside secret cabinet..." Mrs. Benjamin whispered, not sure if she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.

Aaron opened the bedside table, and sure enough, he found a hidden drawer. He didn't even look at the securities and real estate certificates in it.

Then, at the bottom level, he found several broken pages.

It appears to be some kind of parchment, but written in 'Ethereal':

'We are worker bees, heroic worker bees...'

'We are worker ants, hard worker ants...'

'We are conceived in the chrysalis, the cocoon is dark but warm...'

'Grow up, grow up, remember... listen to your mother...'

Just reading a little bit, Aaron felt a kind of spiritual erosion, trying to attract him.

However, this at most confuses some unsuspecting ordinary people, and has no effect on him: "Sure enough, it is the secret transmission of 'chrysalis'. Although it is relatively incomplete...but it is also a good thing for trading. '

Ever since he discovered that the secret biography thousands of years ago seemed to be hidden professions, or involved some secrets, Aaron didn't want to trade those paths of light of salvation he had mastered.

The harvest now is just right.

Chapter 98 Party

These pieces of parchment seem to be torn directly from another complete secret biography, and there are many annotations between the lines.

"Song of the Workers and Insects?"

In the note on the second page, Aaron saw its name.

"It's really incomplete, only the content of the first substance - 'chrysalis', and the second substance - 'worker insects'!"

"Judging from the secret biography, Jack should be at the limit of the first prime, the 'chrysalis', and wants to be promoted to become a 'worker'! This requires a ceremony, starting in April, disguised as a person, until the end of July So far... Interpersonal relationships are also a special kind of 'chrysalis'... After July passes, they can break out of the pupa and develop into 'adults'... He is about to succeed, but unfortunately he met me. "

"Based on this inference, after being dismissed by Benjamin's family, Jack met a 'mentor' and stepped into the mysterious door. When he was about to be promoted, out of revenge and for the convenience of acting, he chose poor Benjamin gentlemen!"

"That piece of human skin, 'chrysalis' can never be made, is it his mentor's handwriting?"

"However, this 'mentor' may not have good intentions... Both ants and bees have a very strict hierarchy, so his mentor probably wants to use this secret transmission to completely control Jack and become his own puppet ..."

"It seems that a new target has appeared, and Jack's experience after leaving the job is the clue!"

Aaron was not frightened at all by provoking a 'strong enemy', but rather pleasantly surprised.

"It's a pity... how can I not meet an evil association that specializes in 'Yao'... Then I don't have to worry about the resources for promotion."

He sighed, put away the secret message, and looked at Mrs. Benjamin.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Mrs. Benjamin looked like a walking corpse before, but now she was holding a pair of bloody scissors, gesticulating at the corpse on the ground, and couldn't help but smile miserably.

"You haven't seen my true face, why should I kill you?"

Aaron sneered: "To give you a reminder, your real husband is buried in your garden...then, I'm leaving."

He walked to the window and flipped out calmly.

Because the servants and housekeepers were all asleep before, and the subsequent battle did not use guns and made a lot of noise, so it did not attract much attention.

Just right for leaving the scene!

As for what Mrs. Benjamin will say and do later, it doesn't matter at all.

After Aaron returns, he will use divination to confirm the degree of danger in the future and whether he needs to move.

'If Mrs. Benjamin was a timid woman, maybe she would just press her down? '

"But the death of two people, plus a dead body in the garden, can't be suppressed..."

He walked through dark places all the way, and occasionally frightened a few homeless people, and finally returned to Golden Rose Street without any danger.

"Master!"

After opening the door, Sylvia was still awake and was waiting in the hall.

"Well, prepare the bath water for me."

Aaron stretched.

After a while, his whole body was soaked in warm water, and his thoughts gradually diverged: "After the real Mr. Benjamin was killed, he was buried in the garden. Every day, he saw the murderer occupying his family and sleeping with his wife." , if it were me, I would also become a wraith to take revenge...'

"If it was placed thousands of years ago, even mass graves would not be able to produce any resentful spirits, but the current spiritual environment is hard to say... Moreover, Mr. Benjamin's death was extremely unsettled and influenced by extraordinary power, which is even more so. Increased the possibility of wraith transformation...'

"But it's useless. He is a weak person alive, and he is still a weak person when he becomes a wraith after death. He should be easily eliminated by Jack the Extraordinary or his mentor..."

Thinking of this, Aaron couldn't help but sneer.

The general public always places their hopes on the warmth and kindness of the strong, and when their hopes are shattered, they often place their hopes on a peaceful world after death, or that the weak can turn into vengeful spirits for revenge.

But in fact, the weak are still weak!Even if you die!

'The faint aura of the exterminated vengeful spirits spilled over and touched Sylvia and other servants, causing their luck to deteriorate... This was just used by Jack as an excuse for dismissal. '

'That's how everything should be. '

'Well, this time, we got 103 pounds and 5 shillings in cash, a piece of human skin, and a mutilated pass...not bad. '

Aaron couldn't help but start to look forward to the mysterious gathering that Clark Dass said.

……

Early August.

The sun is just right and the breeze is gentle.

Aaron was lounging in an easy chair, a newspaper in his hand.

He noticed that Sylvia was a little absent-minded when she was working today, probably when she was ironing the newspaper and saw the content on it.

In the middle of the ink-smelling newspaper, there is a small obituary:

[Huck Benjamin’s home was robbed, and Mr. Benjamin and a servant were unfortunately killed. His funeral will be held in Tranquil Cemetery on August 8th, and this obituary is hereby issued. 】

"Rooting? It's an official statement..."

"I don't know if the Bureau of Investigation is involved?"

While thinking about it, Aaron tossed out a gold coin.

A golden light flashed in mid-air, and the head of Arthur, the founder of the country, was facing up, representing affirmation.

The Bureau of Investigation must have stepped in!

"That woman looks timid, I didn't expect to be responsible..."

Aaron tossed the coin again, this time to see if he needed to move.

The gold pound flew through the air again, turning the number tails up.

"No need for the time being... It seems that it will take time to investigate one by one, and... I have left few clues..."

"What attracts the secret police the most is Jack's own problem... Maybe they can find out Jack's mentor?"

For the results of divination, Aaron is quite trusting, because he understands that he can naturally obtain the blessing of the personality of the spirit body when divination, and the accuracy is extremely high!

With a little expectation, Aaron took a carriage and came to Clark Dass' house.

Inside the living room.

Mr. Das also held today's "Green Forest Morning News", and glanced at Aaron: "You are very fast..."

"Because that's just too evil!"

Aaron feigned righteous indignation, and briefly talked about Jack's replacement of Huck.

"Most of the Extraordinary in 'chrysalis' are very evil... According to what you said, that Jack also has a mentor, so be more careful in the future."

Clark Dass looked at Aaron, his eyes softened.

A just and kind young man is always more likely to be favored.

Even in the eyes of evil people, kind people may be despised, but it will be reassuring.

"Also, I got news that the party will be held tomorrow night at the Evil Bridge area... You can come to my place first as a disguise, and then we will go together."

Clark Dass couldn't help but want to help this young man a little more.

Chapter 99 Jazz

The next day.

Aaron went out in the morning and enjoyed a great discounted lunch at the Witch's House.

In the afternoon, I went to see a circus performance. I had nothing to do all day long, which was very in line with the image of a rich boy in the eyes of the landlady and the people around me.

In the evening he called on Mr. Clark Dass.

"Put it on."

Clark Das handed over a black robe with a hood. On top of the smooth black robe was a black iron mask that could cover the position above the mouth.

"This is a gathering of hidden identities. The participants may include those esoteric believers and heretics, or even spies from the Bureau of Investigation. It is not safe, and everything needs to be careful."

He warned again.

"I'm still somewhat confident in my skills." Aaron patted the holster and sword on his waist.

"It's best not to have a conflict... Unless the other party strikes first, you will definitely be listed as an unwelcome person next time."

Clark Dass personally drove the carriage to the Evel Bridge area.

This place is on the bank of the mother river, and you can see the steel bridge spanning east and west as soon as you look up.

The surrounding buildings are all in the shape of sheds. Two families share the same wall. A large number of houses of different heights are crowded together, and various small alleys lead in all directions. Homeless people and beggars are not uncommon.

Obviously, this is a slum area, where the patrol police put in the least amount of effort.

There were even rumors that those black-skinned dogs would not dare to enter such a place for inspection if they did not gather more than ten people and wear guns.

'The flow of people is complicated, the terrain is convenient, it is convenient to conceal identity and escape at any time! '

Looking at the surrounding environment, Aaron couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Clark Dass parked his carriage outside the Evel Bridge area, and the two entered the area on foot, walked through a narrow, stinking alley, and finally stopped in front of a dusty and inconspicuous building.

Clark took a step forward and knocked on the iron ring nailed to the wooden door.

Snapped!

A small window above the wooden door was pulled open, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

"it's me!"